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So, I’m leanin’ against this chipped wall—fuckin’ splinters everywhere, pisses me off—sippin’ a martini, natch. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sizin’ her up. Did ya know, back in the day, Rome’s hookers had their own guild? True story—called themselves “meretrices,” fancy as fuck. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past the Colosseum, dodgin’ drunk senators. History’s wild, innit?

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Walkden’s a quirky town near Manchester, fulla soul. I roam them streets like Church Rd, Market Street, and whatnot. I luv the rough n’ ready charm. The city parks? Parsonage Park’s a gem! Got crazy trees, and the grass—oh, so lush. Sometimes, I chill by the river—what’s it called? Ah, that’s right, the “Walkden Brook”. Nothin’ fancy, but it speaks to my heart.

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